White walls, and the man sitting in a chair in front of him, dressed in a white coat. The mandatory psychiatric evaluation. His past choices was causing him grief beyond the scope of what he could imagine. I'Son answered the questions he was asked about the attack in a mechanical way, causing the evaluating psychiatrist to look at him closely. It seemed I'Son was determined to get out of this, making these session as clinical and closed off as possible. Duke Maddox had ordered I'Son be pushed on the subject of filing charges against Bleylock, to see if it was possible to make him change his mind on the matter. But so far, four sessions in, I'Son was not considering it.

When asked why, the answer was the same. He had to a degree provoked the reaction, and Bleylock was sure to bring that up in a court, that and a whole lot more. I'Son could not see the need, nor did he want to relive the nightmare, or have his wife or Bleylocks wife for that matter, hear of this. He was strong enough to cope, and there would be no charges filed. The psychiatrist knew he had done all he could. There was no need for more sessions. If Duke Maddox hoped to use this interview with I'Son as a foundation to press charges of assault against his General, he would be disappointed. I'Son had barely said anything at all except for what he had to. It was like talking to a wall. It was getting nowhere.

"I'Son, may I suggest, for your own safety, and the safety of others, that you do press charges against your assailant over this? From my understanding, largely due to information directly from Duke Maddox himself,this is a high ranking official within the company. For some reason, Duke Maddox has decided to shield you, in any way he can. And the best bet would be to take matters to trial, to get some kind of restraining order, to keep him away from you and..." the psychiatrist started.

"No! No charges filed, no trial. Just...let it go" I'Son had stood up, the cuts still bothering him to a degree, but he walked towards the window of the office, a window that happened to be aimed at the scene of the crime he was here to work through, in the distance, and stared out into the great vastness. The psychiatrist noticed how he slightly clutched his hands.

"Are you really feeling ok I'Son?" he asked, with a slight worry in his tone of voice.

"I'll be fine. I'll get through this, my own way. To file against him..there is too much risk to innocent people in doing so. He is married, so am I. Our wives...I dont know about his wife, if she knew, but my own wife..she does not know, she knows nothing about the threat he made towards her, towards our unborn child, my son to be in not many months..I have to protect them, even if it will destroy me from the inside and out" I'Son said.

The psychiatrist knew this was a lost battle. This would be the final session they had.

"Do you need any perscription for pills to calm the nerves? Since you dont want to talk, there is not much else I can do to help you" he said.

I'Son nodded calmly.

"You have done worry about me. I always pull through" he said.

The psychiatrist shook his hand before he left. He noticed the tiniest of tremors in the other mans hand. The psychiatrist looked at him as he exited the building to take off in his car, no doubt back to the laboratory. That man had a strength to him that he could not quite explain. As he saw him drive off, he had to finish his report to Duke Maddox. There was not enough to conclude. The psychiatrist sighed. His report would not be a long one, only four meetings, with little to no talk of anything. It seemed he shut himself off from it all, all answers was mechanical, and for some reason, he still tried to protect his assailant. What could he possibly know of this general, that had led to these injuries? He knew the men knew each other, and had shared house for some time, could it be there was a deeper level to this, one that I'Son felt ashamed to admit to being there? He could make guesses, but unless I'Son chose to tell,there was nothing he could do. He concluded his report on nothing serious to be detected, but recommended to keep the young scientist in a safe enviroment, surrounded by people he felt relaxed with...

I'Son had hurried back to the lab after his appointment. Professor Monteague had messaged him that he wanted to try a new mixing technique today, to see if this would produce a synthetical flux. If it worked, they could possibly improve the Technoid football team, a mechanical team. I'Son did not feel as if they were there yet, to create an artificial flux by mixing severals together, it was something that had not been attempted, and potentially held great dangers. To go this route.. They were sure to attract the attention of the flux society, in a negative way. If their work posed a threat to the galaxy, the project would be shut down. It did not matter how innocent the intent, or how much in good faith it was done. If the flux society saw it as a danger, they would pull the plug. He parked in his designated spot and hurried through the airlocks, while putting his lab coat on. Professor Monteague looked up from a book he was looking in as he entered and logged in with his identity card.

"We may have a break through" he smiled, excited as a little child.

"Show me!"...

Bleylock was infuriated. He was being punished, for disciplining I'Son. How come he refused to see that he had offered him a win win situation? The injuries to I'Sons back could hardly be that serious, he was already back to business as usual at the lab. If Professor Monteague knew what had happened, he never told Bleylock. He had asked rather casually, pretending I'Son had told him he would think about his suggestion. Wich of course never happened. His abraxian rage had gotten the better of him..again. He knew I'Son drove a hard bargain. Clearly, he was still hurt that he had to abide by his fathers will, and did not chose to fight for him, for them. He could not blame him. I'Son was idealistic in his ways. He always saw the positive in things, that was one of the many things he felt attracted to with him. That innocence, close to naive side of him.

But this side, where he was acting hurt, even upset, because he had no choice but to choose duty over heart, that side made I'Son deliberately provoke him, make him get mad, because he would repeat the same reasons for not trying to fix this, making it clear, he had lost the trust he once had, in his former lover. And as a result, he was now not allowed to leave Technoid base. Duke Maddox made sure of that.

Aaraya had only sent him a long look as she had been informed. Like she had seen it coming, and that all this was on him, leaving I'Son free of any blame.

To get his mind of all the frustrations and anger that built up over this exile,Bleylock dived into the list of projects that was recently started. It did not take long before he found the project that was started by Professor Monteagues hope to accomplish something Bleylock thought to be way out of his league.

But interestingly, Duke Maddox had signed off on it, as a means to create flux for his football droids.

An old silly mans dreams, such a mix, if brought into existence, could be used for something far greater. He could use that to show I'Son that he could break free from his fathers grasp. He just needed a weapon, to seize galactik power.

Eureka! Why had he not thought of this sooner?

But there was obstacles, and lined up in long rows. To bring this to fruition, he needed the best scientists Technoid had. That included I'Son. But at the moment, he could not let him know he was behind the funding of it all. That this was his project. If he knew, I'Son was not going to come on board, and certainly not part take in it. He could not be allowed to know yet.

Maybe start it off as a secret project, one that would pique his interest.

Then, he needed to have someone on board that would lead to I'Son willingly signing up for it.

Bleylock grinned, as he started to formulate a plan on how to obtain his objective...

"What do you think?" Professor Monteague said as he placed the project description in front of I'Son.

He looked closely at the spesifications and the objectives for the project.

"I am thinking we are going to break a whole variety of rules, set by the flux society, with this. Is Duke Maddox really that interested in football, that he would go to these extremes, just to have the droids play better?" he asked.

Professor Monteague shrugged.

"Seems he may have taken one loss too many. There is only so much that a droid can do, against one of the more famous flux teams. Our droids against for instance the xenons..can you imagine?" he asked.

I'Son chuckled for a moment.

"From that perspective, it is understandable why he would want it. But as of this moment, there is a lot of work that remains to make it a reality" he said.

Professor Monteague nodded.

"Wich is why I am asked to put together a team, to make it happen. The project will be top secret, so usual code of silence applies. But it is ambitious. Would it not be something to be the one to actually accomplish it? To have your name famous, for creating something like that, out of nothing?" professor Monteague exclaimed, very enthusiastically.

I'Son had to smile, his mentor could sometimes become overly enthusiastic about things, especially this project. But he had to admit, he did find it to be very interesting, and a real nut to crack. For him, this was not about the fame he could gain from it. If anything, this was the bi product. If he got on board, he would do it, to test his own skills to the fullest. To take on what was the ultimate test of his skills and knowledge.

I'Son looked at the list of names mentioned as possible members of the team. It was not a long list, but some of the best names. This was the chance of a life time.

"Add my name to the list professor. I am going all in with this"...

They were four months into the project. Tests were encouraging, but far from where they wanted to be at. There was a tiny piece that kept staying out of reach, making them work hard for it. Labnor looked up from his desk. The droid was ready. The team still involved, now reduced to two. Himself, and I'Son.

He looked over at his co worker, whom seemed to go over the calculations again, before he put on his protective goggles and gloves. Then, ever so carefully, he added two different liquids, to put it inside the power core for the droids they had available, to test the mix. I'Son carefully watched the gauges. The mix did not seem to be as stabile as he had hoped for. Could there be something wrong with the calculation? He signalled to Labnor, to get the test sequenze fired up. These last weeks, he and Labnor had worked pretty much around the clock to try to complete the project. Helena was less than happy with that, she was only a few short weeks away from the magical due date. A few more weeks, and he would hold his son for the first time. The very thought made I'Son smile. He was to be a father. The word alone made him think of happy images, pushing a stroller, family related matters. He looked at the gauges again, only to hear the sound of the door to the lab open. He looked up, and his heart froze over.

Bleylock! What was he doing here?

I'Son felt his body froze into alert. This could not be good.

"Gentlemen, I am here to oversee the latest progress on the project. Have you got a droid ready to be tested?" he asked.

I'Son noticed the annoying sunglasses he wore. That made it close to impossible to read him. He took the book with all the progress reports, and tucked it under his arm, as he kept his distance from Bleylock.

Labnor activated the robot whom was fuelled with the synthetic mix, and whom aimed at the goal.

Bleylock studied the actual test, then the video they had shot.

"Very good work. This synthetic flux is making them play...how can I put it..almost like humans" Bleylock deducted.

I'Son tried to keep a neutral face, this man was to his knowledge far more dangerous than their invention..his invention to be exact. Labnor had been tasked with creating a safe casing for the flux capsule.

Bleylock looked around in the lab, for a second, looking at I'Son. He felt almost like as if he was being scanned, as if Bleylock was trying to make out how much he could have told Labnor, and how he felt about things now.

I'Son made no attempt to hide the fact that he did not feel comfortable with him being here in this lab, and that he could report this higher up, given he was the actual man in charge of the project now.

Bleylock continued to look around, and then, he headed over to the console, showing all the gauges.

I'Son could have kicked himself for not concealing the flux activity gauge.

Bleylock stopped, and looked at it.

"This is the flux activity gauge right? Doesnt it work?" he asked, turning to the two men.

"Do you mean to tell me that your meta flux is invisible?" he asked.

I'Son knew they were backed into a corner. He had to think fast, if Bleylock took an interest in this, there was no telling what could happen.

Labnor seemed to be not thinking of the risk of exposing too much.

"Well, it seems that.." he started before I'Son cut him off.

"Actually, we are still not sure. We havent finished all of our tests yet" he said, sounding apollogetic.

Bleylock looked at him. I'Son once again felt as if he tried to read his mind.

But Bleylock turned to once again look at the results from the droid. For some reason, I'Son did not feel like this was good news.

"Well Gentlemen, here is an invention that the flux society wont appreciate a bit. Imagine if this flux fell into the wrong hands.. If it were used for military purposes for example. The flux society would see nothing but danger in it, a lot of danger" Bleylock concluded, letting his words hang in the air.

I'Son had not failed to pick up the Generals intent. The Meta flux was never meant to be used in football droids, they had been tricked, and the purpose behind their invention was one meant to wreak havoc on the galaxy. That had to be stopped, at all cost.

Bleylock slowly walked towards the door of the lab, like he had thought, I'Son had gotten the job done, unknowing of his involvement in the project. To see the shock on his face, that alone had been worth the trip. But he could sense the two scientists had become a bit nervous with his words, in particular Labnor. Well, he would call them to rest in a second.

He turned to them, with what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

"But rest assured, that is not at all our intention, I will let you get back to work" he said as he left.

As soon as the door closed, Labnor looked at I'Son.

"Do you think we can trust him?" he asked.

I'Son clenched his fists.

"Labnor, we have been tricked. If we dont act, we will be responsible for General Bleylock and Technoid declaring war on the Galaxy as we know it"...